The excitement you get When showing your work Be it short story Haiku Or rhyming poetry verse The anticipation Will it be accepted Or screwed up in disgust Utterly rejected You watch the expression The reader's furrowed brow Hoping for some showing Of the here and now Suddenly, a smile A chuckle Some laughter And you know that this person Wil read your writings Ever after
Sorry… Oh, you’re sorry? Sorry, why? Sorry that You got caught up in your lies you try to hide all your wrongs what have you done to me you must be out your dame mind. I’ll find out anyways one way or another Boy I am not blind you sorry because you lost me You should’ve thought about that, but instead, you’re Hurting me you looked for ways to get over on me. You're out of your mind I’ll will break away Never looking back I’m sick of your lies and hiding me…. O you sorry I don’t give a fuck.
muttering, sputtering rain soaked lips rainy Mondays always get me high the blessed roar of cleansing, making it hard to hear the sound of my own voice droplets bouncing from the pavement soaking through the hem of my jeans coloring my old, worn brown boots five shades darker and drawing my eyes black like glittering onyx
Well-trained sheep scramble for shelter while I gratefully take what my sky has to offer shards of soft glass, teeming with life ...
What do you do with yourself, When we don't talk for days? Do you still love me when I'm not there? Do I still mean just as much to you? When we don't talk for days, Am I still on your mind, Or have I been pushed aside? Just another unimportant thing That has failed to keep your interest. Do you feel a little abandoned like I do, When we don't talk for days?